We haven't seen the ocean since leaving the coast of Washington state, 5033 miles, 114 days and countless hours in the saddle ago. We have crossed the entire continent on our beautiful bikes! We celebrate with some laughter, hugs and lunch. Soaking in the view, breathing in the sea air and getting sprayed with salty water. We tootle southwards hugging the shoreline, and Maine lives up to its number plate slogan, 'Vacationland'. The ten miles from Wells beach to York Beach is a cornucopia of beautiful seaside holiday spots, and on a Friday afternoon everyone is looking forward to a seaside weekend. We are buoyed along on this holiday spirit, feeling pretty proud of ourselves, for reaching this point. An old school campground by the water makes us feel right at home, a walk through the back streets gives us plenty of time to admire the well fed squirrels that play on the well cared for lawns of some well heeled beach houses. But we are perfectly content with ourselves, our bikes and our achievement.
A celebratory dinner is certainly well deserved, and what is better to celebrate with in Maine than some of that famous Maine Lobster! The Cape Neddick Lobster Pound Restaurant is right across the road from the campground, and the place is packed, always a good recommendation. Kerstin tells me the lobster was excellent, I was pretty impressed with her knowledgeable technique in dismembering the poor red creature.
With less than two days of this grand adventure left to appreciate, I lie here in the tent, appreciating. I appreciate my good health, my sturdy bike, my wonderful partner, I even appreciate the homespun guitar playing and singing from the campers two spots over.
Land Locked no More!
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